Please do all you can to financially support nifty. Also let others in the LGBT community know they have friends here. Happy holidays to you and yours, as I wish you the best! Terry
Fall slid away into winter, and deep down, I tried to pretend that the calendar wasn't moving at lightning speed. Sure my security company in New York City, was quite the accomplishment, after my colorful military career in special forces. It had started out by my offering personal protection, and now had a number of divisions, along with one hundred employees and a new Bronx headquarters. Our new office was a thrilling accomplishment to open, and we continued to get more clients, assignments, and steady streams of guaranteed revenue. This allowed me to take care of my folks, be mentally challenged, along with living in a Manhattan penthouse overlooking the Hudson.
I had come far from the Fallujah Rubble, or various battlefronts across the globe. My childhood had told me that I'd have a military career, and after Westpoint I succeeded more than I ever could or thought of. Sure there had been collateral damage mentally along the way. I had PTSD after storming a Taliban hideout, and at 38 had gotten my honorable discharge. Five years led to a lot of changes, and I was grateful to a compassionate therapist, along with my partner Max. Our age difference was sometimes judged harshly, but our love for each other was incredible. What was I going to do, when he spent his first semester after Columbia University, back home in the DC area? A month of no Max being around greatly saddened me, and my doctor might have to prescribe me anti depressants. The holidays were already challenging enough, and I always wanted to be with my beloved guy.
Meeting Max made me young again. He was so intelligent, and I had no doubt he'd finish his chemistry degree in record time. There was something about him, when he was in my presence, that brought out a different version of me. I was always lost in his electrically charged Filipino American eyes. Cuddling his 5'6 thin frame, he was spoon size for my build, and our lips when touching was the place I called home. Never did I feel more comfortable, than when embracing him and kissing. We belonged together, and I was relieved only a couple more weeks. The days now took forever. It was if 24 hours was now a week span, with the hands of time stubbornly refusing to move.
I fell asleep looking at printed out timesheets, and thought of our last dinner. The next day he was to board a hour flight back to DC. It had been emotional and yet at the same time, sentimental in some ways. Our steaks at Morgan's were as delicious as ever, along with our house salads and sweet potatoes. The same for our invigorating conversations, as we felt like a cloud on a comfortable glide slope, eating together in our private booth. Obviously I had some gifts for him and his family, who actually did approve of our relationship. Although they were Buddhist, they had all sent me thoughtful gifts of a seaside painting, and some booze specially bottled. Max's parents and sister were wonderful, and they had invited me to join them in DC, then California as Columbia University took its break between semesters.
It would have been nice. Yet I couldn't have Mitch Andrews as confident and successful as he was, run the company for long periods just yet. He was an exceptional operations commander, as were my employees, who I made sure to throw an incredible holiday banquet for. Yet we had a lot of new clients and challenges, as logistics and last minute calls made getting away impossible. As you can see my smile sleeping over the timesheets, I enjoyed my dinner with Max, and our romantic evening that far surpassed already high expectations.
FaceTime was good, but left me yearning for more. Seeing Max in his bed in Maryland, left me wanting to kiss, cuddle, and hold on to him so firmly. I used to love waking up, and seeing his small darker complexion feet wrapped by mine. We chatted this way, and tonight's conversation was sad, as we both had tears going down our cheeks. It was a tender moment, but we weren't supposed to be apart from each other like this. I was happy to see that he was enjoying home cooking from his mom and aunt, and that him and dad were building a new robotic remote control car together. Yet that left me feeling empty, with confused feelings and emptiness. Also sexual frustrated too, and I was glad FaceTime allowed us to masturbate to each other. His handsome smaller penis in his hands cumming caused me to orgasm, but I wanted my sperm inside him.
Also I missed his scent. Even his DKNY cologne I had started to warm up to. To break up the sad monotony, I pulled assignments for my employees who were sick or on vacation. One night I got the detail to protect a singer. Sometimes the tabloids are close to the truth. She was a total bitch, and so demanding of my perimeter security, along with her staff. This anger made me amused inside, because while financially secure, the adage "money doesn't buy happiness" is true. Sometimes it helps to see and hear it, so that you remember your own humanity. Leaving that assignment was funny to a degree, but I went home to fall asleep.
Kissing we were surrounded by, the warmth of each other and the ceiling light. It radiated as we did. Combined our passion and desire for each other was surreal. Hands touching, tongues connected, it was time for us to make love. I nibbled on his ear the way he liked it, feeling his hard cock on my legs, and knowing full well what needed to be done. Time to satisfy my lover and to make him feel ravenously alive. Moving into his shirt, the softness of his skin. His nipples were engorged, and as my fingers went to touch them, that damn alarm clock had to destroy this pleasure. Throwing it against the wall, I was bitter and felt the bile in my esophagus, reaching into my taste buds out of this frustration.
Another day at the office. Alone. Mired in contracts, teleconferences, and trying to find a damn accountant who knew what they were doing. Pacing all day, I tried to get my tasks done, and for the most part I was able to. Yet the knowing Max wouldn't be home for me was depressing. The holidays hurt enough as is, due to my dads military career taking my mother, sister, and I all over the globe from a young age. Then I thought about the terrorists I had "neutralized." Such a kind word for a up close slicing of one's throat, or a far away distance center mass shot. While the correct way to deal with these situations in combat, would these people have grown up differently if in another country?
That night I talked to my therapist about this. She could hear it in my voice. Yet her response seemed to make sense, "in art and war, violence exists no?" This was what I had signed up to do, and if I hadn't, innocent civilians would have been injured or worse. My therapist was correct, and that was my anguish also saved them from torment. She knew of my love and it's meaning for Max, and came up with an ide to write down my feelings for him. At the time I laughed, but upon doing this I felt better. I went to sleep with a few shots of Jack Daniels, and was able to catch up on some necessary rest.
The last night in NY was romantic. Max and I got chocolate cake after our steaks at Morgan's. They were the most tasty ever. Him and I eventually had our bill saddled, and we held hands to walk by the Rockefeller Christmas Tree. Here we ice skated, and also got hot chocolates. We also each gave a homeless man playing Christmas songs on his saxophone, some bills of cash to see if it could help him. He played all of the favorites, and had quite a crowd. Max's head nestled up against my shoulder, we kissed under the mistletoe. A nice young lady took our pictures on his phone and we enjoyed this one. There was definitely an aura of love and respect that we shared.
Upon returning to the crib, we both drank some high end liquor and cuddled on the couch. Hand tugs and kisses led to a awakening of sorts. Soon my lover stood in his underwear along with me. I loved how he looked in the orange short cut briefs. We were both hard as our clothes were a mess in the living room, and Max held my hand, motioning me to the master bedroom. Ending up on the bed together, we were on the dark navy blue heavily threaded comforter. Side by side, we kissed and finally our tongues met. It was such a eye opening and pulse increasing sensation, and I touched his hairless tight chest. Max cooed in pleasure. Kissing and sucking his hard nipples, he became more putty like as I nibbled his ears and neck. My fingers doing reverse figure 8's on the back of his neck, he offered no resistance as I took his panty like underwear off of him.
In a lit room his 6" of hard penis was evident. Shaved so smooth, he smiled as I moved up and down his legs, and touched his cock and balls with purpose. I loved how his beautiful package felt in my hands. Nothing better as I made my way down his sexy fit body, taking him into my mouth. Stirring his testes with my finger tips I took him in all the way. His cock bobbed in my mouth and all the way in, as I warmed up him sucking my lover with both passion and purpose. He was in a trance, and I just went crazy with his musky flavor, and his dick at my every command as my tongue slid around like a rabid cat. I had him at my mercy, and soon I fingered him with lube, taking his shaft all the way in. Always wanting him, he was sweating and sexual scents emanated from his pores. As I felt my own hard eight inches of fun, soon I was surprised by my diminutive lover.
He practically ripped my underwear off. Standing erect I groaned as he, with his went up and down my standing firm cock. His warm hands. Oh yes he stroked my scrotum as we kissed, and soon was literally taking my maleness in his mouth with fierce determination. I was unable to scream. Only to moan as it was if my penis went into a wet hot oven. His eyes looked up at mine, and his perky lips really knew what they were doing. I noticed my knees were buckling. It was bliss and the feeling of sexual paradise, and he was so good at sucking my dripping with the precum steam. Hearing and seeing my sperm off of his lips, I knew that I must take care of him properly. He was to be satisfied, pleased, and shown a all encompassing all senses experienced. Yet I couldn't raise up, and laid prone to his angle of attack. He was really taking my penis in, but I would flip the tables on him.
As I saw my white penis in his darker lips, I somehow managed to finger his hole. He shook violently and became stunned. Grabbing the lube my index finger and middle soon were in his tight hot hole. Bending him over I spanked him with my right, as my left digits had him singing opera like octaves that bounced off of the walls. We were both hard, in the soft by contrast bed, and wearing nothing but our sexual urges to be together. As I continued to ream Max, I felt my hardening penis a constant reminder of what must be done. Him and with all due haste.
As we kissed again, I laid on top of him. Our cocks felt amazing together. They had the same shape, but different scents, lengths, and colors. Yet our groins howled for each other. As our tongues darted, I looked into Max's eyes and told him, "bend over in front of me love." Seconds later I was fingering his hole and touching his sack from behind. I could feel him tighten up. Was it anticipation or nerves? Maybe both as our last session I had lit him up with undetermined vigor.
He was right where I wanted him. That round smooth bootie, and as I touched his balls dangling one more time, I pushed myself into him. At first he looked back at me with a pouty expression. "You feel that don't you?" All he could do was nod, as I kept letting my gigantic penis push the envelope even more. Now firmly established in him, he pushed down as I inserted even further. His tight hot and wet bottom became mine. I was now his as he had my sex organ in his rear end. We were together, and I held his hips as I penetrated him all the way in. Stretching and sliding away, and oh wow I loved to see my sex organ disappear into Max's abyss.
The sounds of our bodies together was so sensual. The smell of our pheromones was immense. We were longing for each other, and now I was taking him from behind. Aggressive I grabbed his hair too, and he wailed. "Fuck me daddy!" Oh yes this was hot, and soon I grabbed him and put his feet on my shoulders. Sucked those toes, making him even more of a wild animal, before plowing my way. We kissed and he was able to get out "how good this feels." Holding his hips this way was exotic, as was touching his hard penis, that I loved to have anywhere. Slip sliding away. Utter bliss and Zenful sexuality.
Eventually he rode me. His heartbeat and mine were off the charts. Kissing romantically, we held hands, and then soon he was massaging my balls that were hanging out of his ass. So tight and perfectly wrapped. It was as if two machines that fit together lined up, as I continued pushing up with my energy and desire. Oh wow his hands felt so good on my nuts, and I loved the feeling of my man on top of me kissing and breathing in heated breaths. All of this room was our scent of sexuality, and the noises along with awareness were all heightened.
Now swiveled I was able to penetrate him from an angle. Side to side, and I knew it wouldn't be long. For him and me. Sure enough as I touched his balls, he shot enormous load everywhere. His cum was on the bed and my chest, as I got behind him and startled kissing. Oh yes the swirling started and as he touched my low hanging balls, he was rewarded by my penis exploding all inside of him. Falling asleep buzzed and satisfied, my goal was simple, as holding him up me was where it Is at. Content and happy, his smile warmed my heart as we had made love as we had intended.